The turtle catches that look out of the corner of his eye, maybe feeling a little guilty about hogging the coat. He gives himself one last huddle before slipping it off. Compared to outside it is much more comfortable in here. Maybe he'll just...live in here until winter stops being freezing.

"Here, 's not my color anyway," he mumbles along with an almost incoherent thanks as he holds the coat in Dustin's direction.

He'll start to look around at the nearby plants once the coat's been taken off his hands. "Component gathering?" Not that he's going to refute that weather can be a very annoying factor in slowing down production of things, although he's used to not having to worry too much about that given the sheer amount of space and resources he usually had to work with.